I will never meet you again,
I am sorry that we've been mistaken.
Was it really nothing but pain,
Which could let me my life awaken?
Don't appear in my nightly dreams,
Otherwise, my heart ceases to beat.
And my sufferer's soul makes screams,
Now, I know, what's the Hellish Heat.
Dear Wind, bring oblivion herbs,
Help forget me the torturous whiles!
Heavy Rain, wash away cozy words!
Torrid Sun, roast my memory fences!
Step by step, I will go away
From the moment of a horrible time,
When I've found this strange fairy tale,
And its reading was truly a crime.
24.02-03.03.2019г.
Иллюстрация: Жар-птица. Татьяна Воробьева, сентябрь 2018г.
The Pain
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